On a Nightmare

On A Nightmare She was crying, calling aloud my name! I heard her here at midnight my son, You were fast asleep. Imprisoned in a deep well-like bricks structure Like Well of Death, stuntmen drive motorcycles and cars On the wooden walls. And her spouse, a sick doctor Is patrolling around outside Stamping his foot, loud laughing And whipping in air in anger. I will have to go, son, Riding the fiery horse And fight the brute, and save her!